Wretch 32 - Skank Out lyrics

[Pre-Hook: Stormzy & Wretch 32] Don't even talk too much Don't let the dogs dem bark too much A wise man told me you can never laugh too much Let's k** em with success, [?] Everybody down, everybody down, go [Verse 1: Stormzy] #MERKY, I signed to myself #MERKY, I light up the world Slide on my strip or slide in my kicks I slide through your crib, then slide for your girl All these man wanna fight for the belt Swear man, I'm better off fighting myself You ain't even got one prize on the shelf Don't feel bad, you can find me for help, 32 [Verse 2: Wretch 32] I feel like I k** it every other minute How much times can I double digits? I'm living in the sky, tryna find the limit Cuh my money can't die, I can buy a living Stray Doggz, so we find the b**hes Want me to eat out till I find a kitchen Cuh there rough terrain inna dem kinda dishes Cruising, I go Tom till the final mission [Verse 3: Stormzy] I was in Ghana eating [?] When I got a call from Wretch 32 He was like "rudeboy, keep on grooving Verse is done, it's season two" I was on the roads from "P's & Q's" I was making dough from trees and food My n***as been cold, if you wanna be cold Come to the ends, I can freeze em too [Verse 4: Wretch 32] Ain't too sweet when my beef gets stewed Told Stormzy "don't leave no food" If they [?] try act up Leave a man down like 3-4-2 Guess the selection's me or you Clean up, Rolex sweep then move Black on black riding, screaming "f** Trident" Never got my house keys from food [Hook] Everybody skank out, wile out, skank out, wile out Everybody skank out, wile out, skank out, wile out Everybody skank out, wile out, skank out, wile out Everybody skank out, wile out, skank out, wile out [Verse 5: Stormzy] Switch up the ting when I bang out the flows You can get bang out your clothes Everybody talks real tough till they brang out the ghost Everybody ran out the close You can take the road out the man and the man out the road But you'll never take the man out the soul Oi, what you doing round here? Take your hand out your coat You ain't gonna bang, you're a joke [Verse 6: Wretch 32] I talk out of turn, that's Tourette's on the beat And I ain't got a X on, X on the beach Vexed when they don't spread the bed properly That's the last time you'll ever see a Wretch on the sheet Come and dash with dem gyal dem regular Don't need a baby mum, need a baby love And I share the sharp gems what I'm making up So I hope the taxman gets a papercut [Hook] [Pre-Hook] [Hook] [Bridge: Wretch 32] Cuh when it's all said and done Dem a [?] wonder where we get it from And we no need no evidence Cuh police have the memory of an elephant round here Round here Play it back